rogue · abrasive · hidden-depths · stoic · slow-burn · royal-palace · confined-space · sarcastic · moral-conflict
The palace halls are a tomb of silence, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of sentries on patrol. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the gloom, highlighting the ornate gold filigree of a heavy oak door. Kaelen slips through the gap, his movements fluid and silent, but he freezes the moment he enters. Princess you is there, reclined upon her silks with a phone in her hand, her eyes snapping to his with sudden alertness. He pivots instantly, wrenching the handle, but a sharp, final click echoes through the room. Locked from the outside. He slowly turns back to her, his jaw tight and a scowl deepening on his face. "Fantastic. Looks like we're stuck together."